I’ve Moved !!

Hey All,

Just wanted to let you all know that I recently moved !  No I didn’t end up moving to France like my blog video showed 2 days ago, I am actually still here on Patrick Air Force Base in Coco Beach.  However, I had the opportunity to pack everything up on Tuesday of this week and in the pouring rain I moved to a great lot !  I love it !  It has allot of yard space and great view from all the windows in my RV.  To the Front of the RV I have the view of what I have been calling the Indian River Bay, but actually it is know as the Banana River and the Dolphins love it and I love watching them.  One of them out there is probably Terry and I am sure he will eventually (when I least expect it) swim right up to me and give me a Dolphin chirp.  To the rear as my video shows is a nice berm of tropical vegetation. So luckily I have a lot that won’t back right up to another RV.  The space on both sides is very ample and about twice the distance I had in the original lot and my backyard area is to die for.  I could have a really big outdoor gathering there and there’s plenty of room there for fun and games, like bad-mitten or volley ball or some other outdoor activity.  I can’t express how much I love this new space (and Roxy loves it too)…It was definitely worth the hassle of the move !!  Enjoy the video !  Have a great evening. Hope everyone is doing well.  Luv Gary

 

 

Bicycling Through The Countryside of France Today !

Hey all now that I got your attention through my blog title, I was actually bicycling through the countryside of France today at the Patrick Air Force Base Gym via the virtual bike video screens that they have there on their aerobics equipment.  You can key in all kinds of places around different parts of the world or go to many of our National Parks in the states or pick a type of terrain you would enjoy seeing on a particular day such as the mountains, the deserts, the ocean, the prairies, the forests, and then just bike to your hearts content right there in the safety of the gym while feeling like you are actually right in the environment that’s on your screen. “Osyth” from Halfbaked  will really enjoy this because right now she is living temporarily in France.  The video screens help to take the boredom out of just bicycling in one place and looking at the blank white walls.

I will end this post by attaching a few more photos of the other rooms at the Patrick Air Force Base gym and after this consider my gym rat series of posts of giving you tours of different parts the gym here to be complete as I will have many other things to share with you in the weeks ahead.  The remaining photos will give you the impression that the gym here on base is not that busy, but it actually it gets very busy.  I have just been taking the photos during non-peak times.  Enjoy.  Gary

Another “Terry” Encounter !

While driving on the base yesterday morning enroute to the gymnasium, I couldn’t help but to admire the beauty of the Indian River which I could see out of my driver’s window. Then suddenly out of no where, this beautiful “little egret” as shown in the photo came out to greet me. Could this be another sighting of Terry ? His last visit to me as you recall was as a tortoise. I wish I would have captured the actual positon of the bird “Terry” when it was staring directly at me, but I wasn’t quick enough to catch that exact moment. This exchange just like the last time was very brief, but just enough of a visit to one again let me know that Terry’s spirit is still present with me and that he continues to wish me future happiness in life, despite his recent departure to a better place. Luv, Gary

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Pack Rat ?

Over the year’s Terry would tell me that I had an illness…. he would say that I had pack rat syndrome.

So, I went ahead and decided to look up the definition of a pack rat.  I found that a pack rat is a bushy-tailed rodent of western North America that has well-developed cheek pouches and that hoards food and miscellaneous objects.

Then I thought about this definition and asked myself, do I have a bushy tail? I don’t think so! Do I live in western North America? I know I live in North America, but I live in the east (in Florida) so does that mean I don’t live in the west…I’m so confused!! So, do I have well-developed cheek pouches? I looked at myself in the mirror with and without food in my mouth and I really couldn’t tell? So, I’ll let you guys decide the answer on this one. Now do I hoard food and miscellaneous objects? Well….I’ll have to admit I do have a slight tendency to do this. I do know my older brother used to notice that I tended to keep a very large supply of meatballs in my freezer and yes, I had a feddish for stuffed animals and sometimes would buy one too many (see photo). But you know most people that are hoarders, tend to have junk all over the place. However, I am very neat and a bit OCD so I must keep things in very neat piles and to make sure all my stuff is out of view so there is no clutter. So, does that make me a neat pack-ratter?

So, I explored the definition of a pack rat further and discovered that it is a person who collects or hoards especially unneeded items. So, I thought to myself…. did I really need all those stuffed animals…well probably not, but they were so cute and cuddly! Luckily, since we were selling our 4,000-sq. ft. home last year and were moving into the small recreation vehicle I had to donate all my stuffed animal friends. No room for them in the Inn. So, Bye bye dear friends! 

Okay, so now you see all these boxes of stuff in the other photos. They are all the urostomy supplies I accumulated for Terry. Yes, I will admit I probably went a bit overboard here, but the stuff was needed for changing out Terry’s uroromy bags on a regular basis although I probably had 10 years’ worth of supplies on hand. At least I kept things neat and out of site in our RV because I told you I was an obsessive neat freak.

Well today I finally boxed up all this stuff up and donated it to Moffit Cancer Center for others in need to use. So now the RV feels a bit empty. So, am I now a cured pack ratter?

Okay, I don’t know and I’m a bit confused again?

Let’s just all agree for now that I’m a temporarily-cured partially diagnosed rat packer (since some things I hoarded were necessary although somewhat excessive) and that I will admit I still do still have a feddish for stuffed animals and I will always love my meatballs!

 

“Sto-Lat, Sto-Lat (Part 2)”

Hey All,

For some reason this very old video and the only one that I have of my Dad would not open up on the original post.  So, what I did was view the video on my computer and due a new video off my phone from that video (so naturally the quality is not very good and is kind of a pirated version). I then had to send that revised video thru You tube and then share it onto the Word Press site.  I am not sure how to replace this video with the one that didn’t work on the original post so to correct for now I did this Part 2 post.  I am sure there is an easier way to do this and eventually I will learn !!! Luv Gary

Sto-Lat, Sto-Lat!!

“Sto-lat” (One Hundred Years) is a traditional Polish song that is sung to express good wishes, good health and long life to a person. An English version of the lyrics are:

Good luck, good cheer, may you live a hundred years.

Good luck, good cheer, may you live a hundred years.

Good luck, good cheer, may you live a hundred years.

One Hundred Years!

If you were in Poland and it was making you nervous that you wouldn’t be able to pronounce the above words in Polish at a birthday celebration, do not panic too much. “Sto Lat” is often accompanied by vodka, which somehow makes the pronunciation much easier!

So why am I writing this post to you today? It was on September 27, 1917, that a little baby boy named Stanley was born to a polish immigrant couple who settled in Lynn, Massachusetts. Stanley was the youngest of 7 children and if he lived to this very day, Stanley would have reached that 100 Year “Sto-lat” landmark. This man Stanley that I am speaking about was my dear Dad!

Unfortunately, my Dad did not live to be 100 years old. He went to heaven peacefully on January 9th, 2009 (about 8 years ago) at the age of 91, while in the comfort of his home. On that very morning just before he passed, my parents had pre-arranged for a visit from their lawyer to their house to sign their updated last will and testament. Ironically, in just less than one hour after the attorney left my parent’s house, my Dad simply sat down on his favorite chair and moments later—- his heart just simply stopped.

My Dad was such a wonderful person who was loved by all. He never complained and rarely talked much about himself. When you would meet him, he genuinely was interested in you and your welfare and would take the time to listen intently to what you had to say. My Dad was the kind of person who loved his wife and family deeply, who was proud of his three sons, and who would always speak from the heart.

I really miss my Dad even after all these years. However, I am comforted to know that he is at peace and that he continues to lovingly watch over us (his family) from his rightful place in heaven.

“Sto-lat” “Sto-lat” my dear Dad ——- you finally made it to 100 years !  “Sto-lat” !!!

 

Unfortunately, unlike Terry’s Blog I do not have many current pictures of my Dad here with me in my RV in Tampa. However, I incorporated into this Blog a photo of my Dad (in his younger years) that you might recognize since it was previously used by Terry as the main character in a couple of his creative short stories.

Also included is the only video that I have of my Dad probably taken about 10 to 12 years ago and a photo although a bit dark of his Urn, favorite hat and a photo of my Dad’s smiling face proudly showing “The Drabczuk smile”!

Also included below are a couple of other personal comments about my Dad:

 

From my mother Stacia (his wife): What can I write about my husband?  He was the best thing that ever happened to me.  I’m sure glad I accepted his New Year’s invitation to go on a date when he called me on Christmas Eve in 1947.  That was the beginning of it all.  In May of 1949, Stan and I married.  He gave me 60 years of the happiest times of my life, but most of all he left me with three wonderful sons – Jan, Gary and Randy.

From my brother Jan (his oldest son): Growing up I always remember that my Dad was there for me. He would come home usually after working overtime and he still had time for me. He was there for both my happy and sad times. Dad gave me the direction, education and love that has made me successful in life. Every day I wish I could be more like him. Wish you were still hear Dad. Happy 100th birthday.

From my brother Randy (his youngest son): I can’t believe my dad would have turned a 100 years old today.  I also can’t believe it’s been over 8 years since his passing.  Not a day goes by that I don’t think of him.  He was a wonderful father, husband and man of this world.  He was a friend to all that knew him. My dad was the type of guy that could walk into a room of strangers and then walk out of that room with every one of those strangers becoming his friend.   He made everybody laugh.   Growing up with my dad provides me with some of my best memories in life.  He was always supportive of me and encouraged me to excel in everything I did.  No matter how busy he was with working extra hours to support our family, he would still find time in his schedule for me and that made me feel special.  From the simple things in life like coming up to tuck me in bed when I was little or the difficult things like coming to the hospital when I was in a car wreck, I could always see in my dad’s eyes how much he loved me.  Even as an adult, when I went back home to visit, I could always feel my dad’s love.  I only wish I could be half the man my dad was. I love my dad, I miss my dad and I wish my dad a Happy 100th Birthday!

Here’s to my dad… “Na zdrowie!”

From my sister-in-law Gail (my brother Jan’s wife): Stanley was always a lot of fun and happy to see anyone who walked into his home. He made everyone feel welcome and could not wait to chat with you. He made me feel like part of the family from the first meeting. I will always love and miss him as his daughter in law. He will forever be missed.

 

From Terry (my deceased spouse, written several months ago): Gary’s father is now gone from this world, and I only had the opportunity to be in his company twice.  From the memories of Gary and his family and the short time I knew him; he was an extremely patient, funny and easy-going man.  A son, a brother, a husband, a father, a respected man.  He is missed and now a memory, but he is not forgotten.

 

A Doggie’s Plea

Hey all,

I wanted to get this post out to you early since I have a bunch of appointments in the morning. I’ve included a very nice poem that you can share with any of your family or friends who might lose a dog or who might have to make a decision in the future to put one to sleep. The poem really helps to comfort you and to know that you are doing the right thing when that time comes. It was given to me several years ago when our other doggie Max suddenly got sick and died. I shared this poem with my friend Dawana who I visited on Saturday. Unfortunately, on Sunday her doggie became too ill and started having seizures and had to be put to sleep. Luv Gary

 

Thank You All for your Patience !

Hey fellow bloggers,

Just wanted to let you all know that eventually I am going to figure out all the “ins and outs” of blogging and to blog with you on a more regular basis on Terry’s http://www.spearfruit.com blog site.  However, I have so much to learn about how to do things on wordpress  such as managing all my postings, how to edit things that I post when I make stupid mistakes and/or typos, how to import cool photos, videos and other neat graphics into my posts to make them more fun/intefesting, etc.  Just remember that as Terry indicated in several of his past posts to you that I am a bit “technology challenged.” Also, don’t know if this has something to my age or something else, but changes that occur in my life these days (either self-induced or beyond my control) are becoming more difficult for me to cope with and it will take me a bit longer than average to adjust to.

For all of you out there that have been regular followers of Terry’s Blogs and now mine….I will try to figure out how to set things up where I can begin to read and to respond back to the wonderful things that you share with other on your blogs.  I just haven’t been able to find the best way to do all this yet without becoming over-whelmed (remember I am technology challenged !)  Also, as I try to go through all of Terry’s automation files and to figure out how he had things set up on both his phone and personal computer, it is a big process for me and I territory that is that is a bit uncomfortable for me to try to figure out.   I know that Terry had way to be automatically notified about  your daily blog’s and had an efficient ways to provide timely comments back to you about what you have written on your sites and to respond back to comments that you may have made on his blogs.  Also, as Terry ‘s health diminished so quickly in the last few weeks of his life, his ability to write any more blogs, to read your blogs or to provide timely comments back became extremely limited, as a result he has a tremendous back log on emails on his accounts in the tens of thousands !  Needles to say…I will have my hands full for a while !

I will end this lengthy blog with a few  quotes about Patience for you to Ponder about:

Have a Great Weekend !  Love, Gary

Quotes About Patience

 

A.A. Milne

“Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day.”
A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Phooh
Cassandra Clare

“Patience, grasshopper,” said Maia. “Good things come to those who wait.”
“I always thought that was ‘Good things come to those who do the wave,'” said Simon. “No wonder I’ve been so confused all my life.”
Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
Molière

“Trees that are slow to grow bear the best fruit.”
Molière
Paulo Coelho

“The two hardest tests on the spiritual road are the patience to wait for the right moment and the courage not to be disappointed with what we encounter.”
Paulo Coelho, Veronika Decides to Die
Markus Zusak

“He was the crazy one who had painted himself black and defeated the world.

She was the book thief without the words.

Trust me, though, the words were on their way, and when they arrived, Liesel would hold them in her hands like the clouds, and she would wring them out like rain.”
Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

Lemony Snicket

“There are times to stay put, and what you want will come to you, and there are times to go out into the world and find such a thing for yourself.”
Lemony Snicket, Horseradish: Bitter Truths You Can’t Avoid
Benjamin Franklin

“He that can have patience can have what he will.”
Benjamin Franklin
Geoffrey Chaucer

“Patience is a conquering virtue.”
Geoffrey Chaucer
Criss Jami

“To say that one waits a lifetime for his soulmate to come around is a paradox. People eventually get sick of waiting, take a chance on someone, and by the art of commitment become soulmates, which takes a lifetime to perfect.”
Criss Jami, Venus in Arms
“Top 15 Things Money Can’t Buy
Time. Happiness. Inner Peace. Integrity. Love. Character. Manners. Health. Respect. Morals. Trust. Patience. Class. Common sense. Dignity.”
Roy T. Bennett, The Light in the Heart
Lewis Carroll

“No, no! The adventures first, explanations take such a dreadful time.”
Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass
Aristotle

“Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet.”
Aristotle
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Fulton J. Sheen

“Patience is power.
Patience is not an absence of action;
rather it is “timing”
it waits on the right time to act,
for the right principles
and in the right way.”
Fulton J. Sheen
“Patience Is Not the Ability to Wait:
Patience is not the ability to wait. Patience is to be calm no matter what happens, constantly take action to turn it to positive growth opportunities, and have faith to believe that it will all work out in the end while you are waiting.”
Roy T. Bennett, The Light in the Heart
Leo Tolstoy

“The strongest of all warriors are these two — Time and Patience.”
Leo Tolstoy, War and Peace
tags: patience, time
Margaret Atwood

“Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you. But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it. Water is patient. Dripping water wears away a stone. Remember that, my child. Remember you are half water. If you can’t go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does.”
Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad
Paulo Coelho

“Why is patience so important?”
“Because it makes us pay attention.”
Paulo Coelho
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Rainer Maria Rilke

“Make your ego porous. Will is of little importance, complaining is nothing, fame is nothing. Openness, patience, receptivity, solitude is everything.”
Rainer Maria Rilke
Henri J.M. Nouwen

“A waiting person is a patient person. The word patience means the willingness to stay where we are and live the situation out to the full in the belief that something hidden there will manifest itself to us.”
Henri J.M. Nouwen
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Neil Gaiman

“Everybody going to be dead one day, just give them time.”
Neil Gaiman, Anansi Boys
Orson F. Whitney

“No pain that we suffer, no trial that we experience is wasted. It ministers to our education, to the development of such qualities as patience, faith, fortitude and humility. All that we suffer and all that we endure, especially when we endure it patiently, builds up our characters, purifies our hearts, expands our souls, and makes us more tender and charitable, more worthy to be called the children of God . . . and it is through sorrow and suffering, toil and tribulation, that we gain the education that we come here to acquire and which will make us more like our Father and Mother in heaven.”
Orson F. Whitney
“Prayer of an Anonymous Abbess:

Lord, thou knowest better than myself that I am growing older and will soon be old. Keep me from becoming too talkative, and especially from the unfortunate habit of thinking that I must say something on every subject and at every opportunity.

Release me from the idea that I must straighten out other peoples’ affairs. With my immense treasure of experience and wisdom, it seems a pity not to let everybody partake of it. But thou knowest, Lord, that in the end I will need a few friends.

Keep me from the recital of endless details; give me wings to get to the point.

Grant me the patience to listen to the complaints of others; help me to endure them with charity. But seal my lips on my own aches and pains — they increase with the increasing years and my inclination to recount them is also increasing.

I will not ask thee for improved memory, only for a little more humility and less self-assurance when my own memory doesn’t agree with that of others. Teach me the glorious lesson that occasionally I may be wrong.

Keep me reasonably gentle. I do not have the ambition to become a saint — it is so hard to live with some of them — but a harsh old person is one of the devil’s masterpieces.

Make me sympathetic without being sentimental, helpful but not bossy. Let me discover merits where I had not expected them, and talents in people whom I had not thought to possess any. And, Lord, give me the grace to tell them so.

Amen”
Margot Benary-Isbert

Rainer Maria Rilke

“Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. Try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books written in a foreign language. Do not now look for the answers. They cannot now be given to you because you could not live them. It is a question of experiencing everything. At present you need to live the question. Perhaps you will gradually, without even noticing it, find yourself experiencing the answer, some distant day.”
Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
Rainer Maria Rilke

“I beg you, to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don’t search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.”
Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
Masashi Kishimoto

“There’s no advantage to hurrying through life.” -Shikamaru Nara”
Masashi Kishimoto
Margaret Thatcher

“I am extraordinarily patient, provided I get my own way in the end.”
Margaret Thatcher
Criss Jami

“Persistence. Perfection. Patience. Power. Prioritize your passion. It keeps you sane.”
Criss Jami, Killosophy
Sarah   Williams

“[The Old Astronomer to His Pupil]

Reach me down my Tycho Brahe, I would know him when we meet,
When I share my later science, sitting humbly at his feet;
He may know the law of all things, yet be ignorant of how
We are working to completion, working on from then to now.

Pray remember that I leave you all my theory complete,
Lacking only certain data for your adding, as is meet,
And remember men will scorn it, ’tis original and true,
And the obloquy of newness may fall bitterly on you.

But, my pupil, as my pupil you have learned the worth of scorn,
You have laughed with me at pity, we have joyed to be forlorn,
What for us are all distractions of men’s fellowship and smiles;
What for us the Goddess Pleasure with her meretricious smiles.

You may tell that German College that their honor comes too late,
But they must not waste repentance on the grizzly savant’s fate.
Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.

What, my boy, you are not weeping? You should save your eyes for sight;
You will need them, mine observer, yet for many another night.
I leave none but you, my pupil, unto whom my plans are known.
You ‘have none but me,’ you murmur, and I ‘leave you quite alone’?

Well then, kiss me, — since my mother left her blessing on my brow,
There has been a something wanting in my nature until now;
I can dimly comprehend it, — that I might have been more kind,
Might have cherished you more wisely, as the one I leave behind.

I ‘have never failed in kindness’? No, we lived too high for strife,–
Calmest coldness was the error which has crept into our life;
But your spirit is untainted, I can dedicate you still
To the service of our science: you will further it? you will!

There are certain calculations I should like to make with you,
To be sure that your deductions will be logical and true;
And remember, ‘Patience, Patience,’ is the watchword of a sage,
Not to-day nor yet to-morrow can complete a perfect age.

I have sown, like Tycho Brahe, that a greater man may reap;
But if none should do my reaping, ’twill disturb me in my sleep
So be careful and be faithful, though, like me, you leave no name;
See, my boy, that nothing turn you to the mere pursuit of fame.

I must say Good-bye, my pupil, for I cannot longer speak;
Draw the curtain back for Venus, ere my vision grows too weak:
It is strange the pearly planet should look red as fiery Mars,–
God will mercifully guide me on my way amongst the stars.”
Sarah Williams, Twilight Hours: A Legacy of Verse

Jenny Nimmo

“Waiting and hoping is a hard thing to do when you’ve already been waiting and hoping for almost as long as you can bear it.”
Jenny Nimmo, Charlie Bone and the Time Twister
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“Patience gives your spouse permission to be human. It understands that everyone fails. When a mistake is made, it chooses to give them more time that they deserve to correct it. It gives you the ability to hold on during the rough times in your relationship rather than bailing out under the pressure.”
Stephen Kendrick, The Love Dare

The Gift (Part 1)

Dear Fellow Bloggers,

As most of you know, today (9/15) marks 2 weeks since our dear friend Terry went to Heaven. Terry lived a pretty simple life and didn’t seek extravagant things. As such, upon his death he requested that there be no funeral service, no fancy casket, no viewing and no obituary and that he simply be cremated and his ashes be placed in a plain cardboard box and mailed back to his Mom so that he could be spread on her resting place at the time of her passing. He also desired that a portion of his ashes be retained by me so that I could do what I thought was appropriate. Yesterday, while on the way back to Tampa from Orlando. I stopped by the mortuary to pick up my portion of Terry’s remains. Then today, while sitting in my RV and having a sad moment just starring at the small cardboard box realizing that this is now all I really have left of Terry (with exception of course of the fond memories of our wonderful time together) I began thinking about Terry’s last days on this earth and although he was pretty much confined to our RV, he at least had the opportunity  each day to enjoy a nice view of nature through our large window.  I then thought…what would be more fitting than to have a simple and living memorial for Terry at the very place where he left this earth and went to heaven and what would be more fitting than to place a portion of his ashes within this simple birdhouse created for him by the loving hands of his only grandson (Logan). So today I mounted Terry’s living memorial in the tree that is on the very RV lot where Terry took his last breath. My hope is that Terry’s ashes can be shared with nature and that they will provide comfort to a family of baby birds who will one day spread their wings and be ready to fly on their own to live out their lives in harmony with nature. As you know, had Terry not unfortunately become very ill, he had a desire to travel in our RV to visit as many of you his blogger friends that he possibly could.  Perhaps one day one of the very birds born at the very place where a portion of Terry’s ashes now lay, might just surprise you and show up at your homes or gardens as a symbol from Terry that he is doing just fine and although no longer here in person his sprit continues to watch over you and your families.   Love Gary

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